I dont think you understand the weight and tension I feel
I dont think you fully comprehend – how
every word is my blood
each verse is a slug
my throat is a mack milli
its O.K. if you don’t feel me
because
I really don’t want you to embrace my despair
it might pull you to deep in the block
where its bleek
when you reach for a pops who ain’t there
I dont have to tell that these streets ain’t fair
and that the government did not wage no war on drugs
In fact it seems like they the one who shoved it in our hoods
to keep us poor, because –
they see the potential we got
but it isn’t them
they aren’t the ones who sent us Pac
have us feeling good when they call us thugs
We misunderstood our purpose in life
How can I get you to see beneath the surface
How can I show you the light?
When I’m just as broke as you
its hard God, what am I supposed to do?
excuse me homes if these poems
come across a little emotional
I’m just exposing you my –
Blood when it mix with the dirt
my dirt when it mix with the track
my pain that turns into the beat
my grief that converts into rap
this is sacred scripture designed to inspire portraits of the Divine
when gangster rappers teach you
how to do the two – step in the club
c’mon cuz how worthless is that?
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